They are many, the mountains standing with clouds like jewelry that wraps around their every curve.
The murky waters whose ripples display a show featuring the 'devils dance'.

Buv, buv, buv.My heart is on a quest.
My heart wont give up untill my body found the best.
And when I've found the key to the room that stores my fate.

twisted hope turned into tears
days and months turn into years
close to heart yet far apart
hate so soft and love so sharp
waving figures beyond the hills
veiw is gracious but within it kills

He's stressed as he sits at his desk and all those meetings he attends.
He has to go home to a moaning wife so he stays out as long as he can.

shivering, aching and soaked in sin
sinking down with the memory of actions, words.
tied down safe from eyes of the mild,
watery grave so black and never ending

Why do you question my smile?
Why do you feel nervous around me?
Why do you frown at my my dress code and style?
Why can't you see the peace that surrounds me?

Brown eyes so bright and like glazed chocolate.
you make me crazy with your spring like curls.
Your sweet smile that cures me when I look at it.

Sapping wet with rain on his face.
The smoky skies above dont show him kindness.
He kicks pebbles with his shoes so worn , the pair share a lace.

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see me, who I am, what I'll be?
Or do you dread what others might see,
As they look at my face and not at me?

''It's all right'' is all he could say,
your poor father, as he heard you had died.
''He's better off to have died here today''.
Couldn't hide his tears, though he tried and tried.

Your little grave at which I sit,
is sad and lonely, so cold and bare.
Try to stop, but tears wont quit.
Wish I could lie beside you there.

Those brown eyes that trusted me so much,

I raise my hands and submit to You.
I bow like I recover from a race.
I prostrate humbling my soul so blue.
I witness Your mercy and Your grace.

My breath is weakened, I bow in pain.
My little soul inside me growing is not growing like it should.
Need to scream out loud, but I refrain.

Sore throat from trying to hold back the tears.
shaking hands that rest on her heart.
Sitting on the same chair for years.
Her loved ones so very far apart.

We are the strangers, the strangers who believe.
We are the strangers, and Allah's Paradise we recieve.
We are the strangers who bow not to man nor stone.